Si Jin

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general.
Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit.
Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart…
As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon.
When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family.
In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go?
"I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life."
In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.

The Slender Waist

The bronze incense burner wafted its fragrance, and cranes carried candles in their beaks. With her raven hair casually tied back, Feng Yun dressed as a young maiden, her sly smile concealing a streak of unruliness, like an untamed beast in the jungle, nothing like the dignity, grace, and propriety she had displayed at the earlier banquet...


Those eyes, sweeping over her domain, rested on Pei Jue with a touch of provocation.


Pei Jue watched her without saying a word.


Feng Yun lifted her chin and smiled coyly, gently adding, "Could it be that you're afraid... your Chief Historian will 'eat' you?"


Her voice was soft and pleasing, tender and melting, like falling snowflakes, endlessly gentle...


Pei Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing on the wooden desk in the Warm Pavilion, there lay paper and a brush.


Chapter 443: Elegant Matters of the Boudoir